Better to live forever [Rebirth]

After Zhu Dingbei was raised in the capital for two months, he did not suffer from constant problems due to acclimatization to the environment as the imperial physician had worried. Instead, he turned out to be white and fat, no longer the withered, yellow and thin refugee appearance when he returned to Beijing.

This made the old lady very happy.

"You see, this kid is good at picking."

The more she looked at Zhu Dingbei, the more she liked him. This child was born well, and all the messy things about the Zhu family's masters were not passed on to him. Instead, his appearance inherited his mother's and her own advantages.Look at those peach blossom eyes, the old lady and her son Zhu Zhenliang's nanny couldn't hide their laughter when they said it, they were exactly the same as themselves. "Look at the five brats I worked so hard to give birth to, none of them are like me, but Yinger. Except for her fair skin, his father took advantage of everything else."

Su's mother was afraid of bringing up her sadness, so she just said: "It can be seen that our little prince is a child with good fortune, you, just relax."

The old lady nodded with a smile, but she thought of another matter. In the evening, the old Hou Ye came back from visiting friends and mentioned it, and the old Hou Ye realized his negligence.

"Madam said that Changsheng is not too young, so he should be sent to school. It's just..." Old Hou Ye was distressed, "I don't know which gentleman is better."

The old lady glanced at him. This old man doesn't know anything about these things. Could it be that she has been in the capital for decades without these businesses?Only then did the old Hou realize that his thinking was wrong. He had been away for so many years and never considered the thoughts of the female relatives, and he never thought of asking the old lady to take care of these things.Immediately stood up and bowed: "The old man has eyes but no eyes, so I need to trouble Madam."

The old lady covered her mouth and smiled, this old man is a rough person but he is used to playing tricks.

"It's not difficult, and we don't invite you back. There are many scholars in Guozixue, so it's an excellent place to go. I'm mainly afraid that I won't adapt to longevity. If I can't keep up with others in studying here, I'm worried about my children. not good."

"Hey, nothing to worry about."

He was worried before that the brat would come to this ghostly place where the four square walls can't even walk around, so it's all good.Now he is 1 assured of his little grandson, "I don't want him to take the imperial examination. There is no place to work hard after reading so many books. Let him learn some principles and come back."

Old Hou Ye patted his thigh, and it was settled.

Zhu Dingbei put on the student uniform of Guozixue, feeling awkward all over.

In his previous life, he never lived in Luojing for a few days except when he returned to Beijing to report on his duties and got married.It's good now, the tough complexion of the man is nothing more than the whiteness of the mother Ji Ji raised by Luo Jing's soil and water, and even his arms have to be taken off.

Zhu Dingbei's eyes dimmed for a moment as he swayed his wide sleeves.

The old lady was very happy, except for those eyes, this child's demeanor is full of the elegant family style of the Wang family.Seeing the little grandson shaking his wide sleeves awkwardly and singing a big show, he made a bow to her, and the laughter in the room never stopped.

On the day of enrollment, the old lady got up early and combed Zhu Dingbei's hair herself.

The cyan student scarf wrapped the hard hair meticulously, and the old lady smoothed the two cyan ribbons, secretly thinking that the child's hair followed his grandfather's.Use the tasteless hair oil to subdue the fine hair stubble, and she carefully looked at the reluctant grandson, and proudly said: "It will be good when we grow up, we will definitely be snatched by the girl's family." gone."

Zhu Dingbei has always known that Luo Jing's noble daughters only like those fair faces with delicate skin and tender flesh, but now that he has made a lot of trouble with such people, he really doesn't know whether to laugh or be annoyed.

Fortunately, the old lady knew that he was not used to it for a while, so she turned her head and told her grandson to accompany her to read.

Zhu Shuisheng followed Zhu Dingbei since he was a child, and was his playmate and long-term follower.The last time Zhu Dingbei fell off a horse and almost died, he almost died at that time, but fortunately, the young master snatched his life back from King Yama.After that, even if he didn't need to be ordered by others, he would keep a close eye on Zhu Dingbei, as if someone wanted to kill Zhu Dingbei at any time.

Zhenbeihou's Mansion and Guozixue were in Luojing, one east and one west, Zhu Dingbei was ordered not to ride a horse, so he could only sit in the carriage for half an hour.

Someone was already waiting in front of the mountain gate, leading the two of them through the hundred-step ladder, seeing that the two children were sweating but not panting at all, they nodded secretly.

"Young Lord, please." He introduced the general situation of Guozi School to Zhu Dingbei who had just arrived.Guozixue is divided into the four levels of Enlightenment, Lecture, Enrollment, and University. Needless to say, Enlightenment, the upper three levels are regardless of age or status, and only look at knowledge.Some people are still in school when they are young, and some teenagers have entered university before they are eleven.

There are four grades of Tiandi Xuanhuang for each school level. Children who learn faster will be taught in Tianpin, and those who absorb slowly will be taught in Huangpin. The teacher teaches students according to their aptitude and will not neglect every student.

He also introduced several places in Guozixue, and finally said: "Behind Qiongshan Mountain is a girls' school. If you don't have the elders' instructions, you must not go there. If the teacher finds out, you will be punished."

Zhu Dingbei was not interested in those little ladies, and nodded happily upon hearing this.

While talking, the school where he gave lectures arrived.

Zhu Dingbei was naturally arranged to give lectures on Huang Pin. The old Hou Ye knew his skills well, and it would be fine to let this brat push the sand table. Holding a brush is really more troublesome than killing an enemy.He also judges others by himself, and the considerate old Lord Hou doesn't want his grandson to come back because he can't compare with those little devils who have read poetry and books in Guozi.The old master who was giving a lecture stopped, picked a seat for Zhu Dingbei to sit down, and then continued with a book.

Surprisingly, these children all listened with great interest, and did not express much curiosity about him, an outsider, but listened intently.

Zhu Dingbei was puzzled, and listened quietly for a while, only to realize that what the old master was talking about was not what he thought it was, but a county chronicle.More profound than travel notes, the county annals have been compiled and handed down by several generations. It contains the local customs, myths and strange stories, anecdotes and strange events, and even some exotic flowers and plants. These children who do not have a footsteps in Luoyang Mansion really like it. .

However, Zhu Dingbei was not very attractive. After listening for a while, his eyelids began to fight.

Fortunately, it was already late when he arrived, and soon the sound of the bell ringing came, allowing the students to rest for a while, and drink tea to soothe their muscles and bones.Only then did someone come up to surround Zhu Dingbei.

"You are the Generalissimo's son?" The child blinked, obviously having a strong longing for the Generalissimo.

Before Zhu Dingbei could make a sound, another person came out from behind him, who looked exactly like this child: "Haha, brother, you see, he looks like a little girl, the Grand Marshal is definitely not like what you painted , with such a red face, and eyes as big as copper bells. The Marshal must have looked like this."

Zhu Dingbei looked at the twin brothers, and after a little filtering in his heart, he confirmed their identities.

"There is a marshal in my family, do you want to go home with me to see?" He said to the elder brother of the twins.

Lou Ankang had infinite yearning for the Marshal General since he was a child, but although he was always well-behaved, although he was a little excited, he did not agree.Instead, his younger brother leaned over: "Really? Is the marshal as powerful as a bull and his voice as loud as a bell. If you roar at the enemy, they will be scared to the ground?"

Zhu Dingbei never thought about what Lou Shangshu's two grandsons looked like when they were young, and he didn't know who they heard the story from, and he imagined the Marshal to be more terrifying than the Nian Beast.

"Brother, don't mess around." Lou Ankang pulled him back, blushed and said, "Thank you for the invitation, but without Grandpa's consent, we brothers dare not come to disturb you."

There was regret in his tone, Zhu Dingbei said indifferently: "Then you can ask your grandfather to agree, and you can come and talk to me whenever you want."

Both brothers were excited.

The children who heard them talk gathered in twos and threes, and in a short while it became a discussion meeting on the appearance of the marshal.After the Generalissimo had changed from a strong man with a red face and big eyes to a giant with white hair and beard, his feet were wider than a mountain and his hands could cover the sky, the old master who came back from his relief patted the coach, and the group of children dispersed.

Zhu Dingbei was not cautious about entering a new environment. He was surrounded by children. The children of the same age who were promoted to lectures in Guozixue were not as playful as children outside the Great Wall. The 27-year-old man lived in his skin like a naughty boy.

There is no story telling in this new lesson, the old master handed out the bamboo slips one by one to guide the children to learn how to write.

They are all half-grown children, and it is the time when it is not important, so the lesson plans are all engraved on the bamboo slips to prevent damage.Writing is done on white paper prepared by each child.

What was written on the bamboo slips was exactly the county chronicle that the old master said earlier, because Zhu Dingbei came in halfway, he focused on the child who hadn't heard the story completely, and patiently asked him if there were any words he didn't know or something he couldn't understand.Seeing him shaking his head, he asked him to copy and practice calligraphy according to the bamboo slips.

Zhu Dingbei blushed.

As the former young marshal of Zhu Jiajun, I dare not say that he is well-educated, at least he can read all characters.It's just that handwriting... Hey, I haven't been able to practice it for many years, but his father said cheerfully: Yes, this word is really rare.Even if you invite the world's number one copyist to write it, you can't imitate our young master's demeanor, and you are no longer afraid of copying documents.

Under the earnest eyes of the old master, Zhu Dingbei bit the bullet and started to write.

The old master didn't show his dislike, the main reason is that no matter how good the half-old child is at writing, it is invisible, as long as the writing is correct.However, he saw that Zhu Dingbei's brushwork was powerful, and his writing was like a flying dragon and a phoenix. The tough style stood out on the paper, but the font was lacking.He thought so too, this child grew up outside the Great Wall, it is not easy to calm down to read and practice calligraphy, and no one taught him calligraphy, so it is not surprising that he cannot write good-looking characters.

What's rare is that Jiangmen's innate demeanor comes from him. With this foundation, it only takes time to correct his writing.

He got up happily, and told Zhu Dingbei not to be ashamed to speak up if there was something he didn't understand, and Yiyiran walked towards the other students.

Zhu Dingbei, who still didn't know what a shocking decision the old master had made, glanced at the person and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.Looking around, he saw those children sitting upright, writing with sullen little faces, and Zhu Dingbei didn't have the nerve to steal and play tricks, so he had to resign himself to his fate and start copying.

In the end, the old master selected the best written text from among the students and let them circulate one by one, with the intention of encouraging each other and making good and bad equal.

When it was Zhu Dingbei's turn, he glanced at the paper, but he couldn't see what was good about it. He really couldn't appreciate the high-end artistic conception of calligraphy.Then look at that brat with a straight back, obviously proud and reluctant to show it, although the signature on the paper was there, but he really couldn't remember who Luo Jing was, so he gave it up and circulated it to The classmates behind him.

This kid was a tiger-headed tiger-headed child, and when he turned around, he was the first one not to pick up the paper and ink, but to cover up his handwriting in a hurry.

Zhu Dingbei didn't notice it at first, so he could see it clearly with his eyesight.Zhu Dingbei smiled knowingly, pretending he didn't see anything, facing the child's surprised gaze, he turned his head upright.

——There is a guy who creates fonts more creatively than him, so he is relieved.